Stuck between middle school
and elementary is like being on
your tippy toes on a steep cliff,
confused about wanting to stay
there and between wanting to
take the step forward.
But now, I've fallen into a void
where things are similar but different,
there are lockers, there are new people,
there are new teachers,
but still just another school year.
In elementary, the classes were like a huge
blanket where everyone was a thread,
fitting in tightly.
Although the step forward over the cliff
has me thinking about how some threads
are pulled away to different schools,
different lives.
The blanket is being stretched here and there,
the threads unraveling, some trying to hold on,
others pulling away to new blankets, new threads,
I am sorry to say that I am just another thread
pulling away leaving destruction and
chaos and holes in my wake.
However no matter what
blanket I've joined, I don't always
fit in, maybe that's why I keep
reaching for another one.
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